“I’m sorry, Nana,” I whispered. “I just need a little time.”

I barely slept, tossing and turning, hoping for another solution. But morning arrived, and with it, reality.

The pawnshop was located right in the city center, a place one only entered out of necessity. A bell rang as I entered.

“I need to sell this,” I said, placing the necklace on the counter.

The man behind it froze as soon as he saw it.

Her face turned pale.

“Where did you find that?” he murmured.

“It belonged to my grandmother,” I replied. “I just need enough to pay the rent.”

“What was his name?”

“Merinda.”

He staggered back, gripping the counter. “Miss… you should sit down.”

I felt a pang of sadness.

“Is it a fake?”

“No,” he said, his voice trembling. “It’s very real.”

Before I could react, he grabbed the phone.

“I’ve got it. The necklace. It’s here.”

A shiver ran through me.

“Who are you calling?”

He looked at me, his eyes wide. “Miss… someone has been looking for you for twenty years.”

Before I could reply, the back door opened.

“Desired?”

She entered – older, but instantly recognizable. My grandmother’s best friend.

“I was looking for you,” she said, unexpectedly taking me in her arms.

Then she told me the truth.

My grandmother was not my biological grandmother.

She had found me as a baby, alone, hidden in the bushes, wearing this necklace.

There was no name, no word. Just me.

She raised me despite everything.

And Désirée had spent twenty years trying to find out where I came from.

This necklace was the only clue.

“And now,” said Désirée softly, “I have found them.”